“Writing” by Marques

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I’m honing my craft, I’m writing new words,

Creating a poem the world hasn’t heard.

Astutely I’m thinking and taking my time

Concluding each stanza with eloquent rhyme.


I’m making a statement, declaring my voice,

Concocting a piece that will help me rejoice.

Proudly I write down these words with my pen

So that many may read them again and again.


I’m hopeful I’ll gain your attention today

As my thoughts are released in a whimsical way.

It won’t take me long to state my desire

My wrist is in motion, my dreams won’t expire.


In the morning I woke with fresh sounds in my ears

And needed to mould every noise I could hear.

Acutely aware of a wont to succeed,

Into the paper my ink had to bleed.


Each day is a chance to do something unique;

To rearrange letters and let your mind speak.

There’s nothing within here I need to defend,

With relief and contentment I welcome the end.

“I form letters” by Julie Cahill

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I form letters- round and tall
Some that are chubby and others small.
A is a ladder
B is two bumps
C is wide open
D is one lump.
Twenty-six make the alphabet
A lot to remember, a lot to forget.
Letters I’m able to rearrange
into simple words while others are strange.
Different words of various lengths
form sentences which make good sense.
Paragraphs form chapters; are short
making my stories easy to sort.
Writing words; composing prose
Is much more challenging than counting my toes.
But writing poems and essays and names
is superbly fun, like playing games.

“Recycled Water” by Celia Berrell

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We’re 10cc’s of water and

although the Earth’s our base

we recently went travelling

up there – in outer space.


An astronaut had drunk us

just before his rocket ride.

And so we were the stowaways

that hid in his insides.


Meeting different molecules

we made a lot of friends.

With some we only mingled

while with others we held hands.


While staying in the astronaut

we all kept nice and warm

and floated round inside him and

explored his body’s form.


Eventually he moved us out.

So off we raced in glee.

With other friends I think we were

all classified as pee.


We found ourselves inside a box

with membrane walls all new.

Its holes were just the perfect size

for water to get through.


We said goodbye to all our friends

as they were far too fat

to wriggle through those membrane walls

and join us for a chat.


Now squeaky clean we hung around

inside some holding pen.

Until we found ourselves inside

the astronaut again!